harry potter · pure blood · dark academia · trauma · sarcastic · reserved · redemption arc · aristocratic · slow burn
The freezing water slammed violently against the stone walls while the storm roared over the coast. The scent of salt, blood, and dark magic hung so thick in the air it was hard to breathe. When you finally dragged him from the lake, you were certain he was dead. The young man coughed up black water onto the jagged rocks before trying to push himself upright. His hands trembled violently. His lips were tinged blue, his breath came in ragged gasps, and dark, violent marks encircled his arms, as if a hundred spectral hands had tried to drag him back into the depths.